T-Money - Shots Hit His Ass Lyrics

We make it, Galan. We don't fake it, we just take it
This is the first time, you see. I'm always high, man
I'm always filthy
T-MoneyMann
Yeah, I'ma give it to him like this
I'ma give it to him like this, Galan
Yes
He couldn't fake when them shots hit his ass
Nigga feel on the ground, I should've stood over his ass
That's the last f*ckin' time that a nigga get a pass
M label me a king, I got this rap shit in the bag
And I'm quick to react, got that reaction from my dad
Why you braggin' bout a bitch that all my niggas been had
Why you bitin' on my dick? This nigga tryin' steal the swag
She can't keep me in check, this shit ah drive a bitch mad
I'm drugging I'm high in the morning
Woke up to M dissin me, bitch, you know that I'm on it
No freestyle, you know what I'm doin'
Drop all my shit on Apple, I'm the biggest influence
Wait, hold up, I ride with them gunnas
Pull up and hop out the truck, smellin' like marijuana
You know them niggas want no problems
Hustle and shit, my bank account look just like my mama's
This nigga call me, yellin' and shit
I'm just laughin', cause I know
And you know, you don't want it
I keep lettin', you throw that white flag
Ask Wop, you know what I'm on
And you know how this shit go
And if I'm mad, lay everybody on the motherf*ckin' floor